| Sympathy For The Devil | |
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| Zero | May 28 2008, 10:30 AM Post #1 |
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I am seated high in the stands at Hampden Park, staring down at the football field that, in a matter of days, will be completely transformed when the sVo rolls into Glasgow. Thousands of fans will pack into the arena, cheering and screaming for guys like Night, Gunner Lang and Joseph Equinox. We will see a new sVo World Championship contender, and, as a certain star recently put it, it will be chance for certain stars to step up into the limelight while guys such as Polowy are gone. I intend on stepping into that light. And once I am in that light, I intend on making it brighter. Of course, intentions are all well and good. It is easy for me to say I will step up. It is easy for me to say that I will make a bright light brighter and take sVo to a new stage. But just because I say that, does not mean I can deliver on it. It takes work, guts, and a whole lot of dedication to do something like that. I believe I can work for it. I believe I have the guts needed. I believe I have the dedication. And I will take those first few baby steps, the steps that will enable me to walk, the steps that will enable me to stand upright and declare who I am. I will proudly stand over my conquered opponent, in this case a man who has given himself the name "Mister sVo", and my statement will be made. His blood will stain my knuckles, his moans of pain the incentive I need to continue dishing out punishment. Hand me a barbed wire bat, and I will carve my statement into his virgin flesh. He will rue every moment he is in the ring with me. He will stumble backstage after the match, hang up his boots, and wonder. Wonder how he was defeated. Wonder how much pleasure the sadistic bastard he was fighting got out of making him scream. Rest assured Sonny, you will scream. You will beg. You will plead with me to end it all. And I will be happy to oblige with your wishes. I will end it. End your career. End your life. Goodbye, Mister sVo. Usually I would say your nightmare is just beginning. But the nightmare is gone, replaced by the startling realisation that you have nothing to hope for, nothing to pray for, nothing to comfort you in the darkness of your mind and your soul. Zero. Negetive. Nil. Naught. __________________________________________________________________ The scene fades in a hotel room in Glasgow. Curtains are badly drawn across glass doors, and a pale beam of moonlight falls across the body of Zero as he lies asleep. He mumbles a little in his dreams. Zero: No Chris... Not again... He begins to fretfully toss and turn, before shooting up dead straight, gasping for air, brown mane of hair slicked with sweat. He looks around, before checking the digital alarm next to his bed. 3:47am The pulsating red digits create dots in his eyes and he squints at them in the dim light, and he sits the clock back on the table next to his bed. Sighing, he flicks on the light and climbs up out, away from the tousled blankets and coverlets, and stumbles across the room to the bathroom. He shoulders the door open, hits a switch and light floods the room. He grabs the water basin for support, and twists the tap marked with a small blue symbol for "cold" several times, until a steady rush of water pours from the faucet. He spalshes his face a few times, trembling with the cold. He blinks, and looks up into the mirror. He sees his reflection staring back at him. And the man standing behind him. He gasps and staggers back, clutching at the shower curtain and windmilling his arms frantically to regain his balance. He spins around, looking frantically forthe an who just seconds ago was behind him, grinning above his shoulder. Chris: I'm over here, John. Zero turns around, his blood gone to ice in his veins. He looks at the mirror, at his own grinning reflection, almost like a man savouring a fine meal. He knows that isn't his reflection. Zero: Get away from me! The reflection laughs. He wipes away an imaginary tear as he looks at Zero. Chris: Ah brother, I see you have matured over the last few months. You look good, almost like you've been hitting the gym... Zero: I've beaten you before, Chris. I'm stronger than you. You're just in my head! Chris shakes his head. Zero spins around, and now Chris is sitting on the edge of the bathtub next to him. In bewilderment, Zero looks at the mirror again. His reflection has returned to normal. Chris: You never beat me, John. I allowed you win. I allowed you to retain control of your body. I gave up the fight! Zero: You're not real... You're not real... Chris: Oh, I'm real brother. As real as it gets. Touch me. Go on. Feel me arm! Zero looks at the man in front of him, a mirror image of himself, simply scaled down to how his borhter saw his body. Instead of having his hair groomed back, like Zero, it fell in a scraggly tangle around his face. He was dressed in a silver jacket which had the first several buttons undone, and his black pants were torn and stained. Zero reaches out a hesitant hand, and grabs a handful of flesh. He gasps as he feels solid muscle. Chris grins. Chris: Didn't I tell you brother? As long as I believe I am real, I remain so. Everytime you think of me, you give me a little more life. I am simply biding my time, waiting for the chance to finally assume control of what is rightfully mine. Zero: What is rightfully yours!? This is MY body! Not yours! Chris: Wrong, brother dear. While you were out in Mexico getting knocked around a wrestling ring, I was LIVING life! Each day was as if there was no tomorrow, every night there was not a care in the world. You envied that life. You wanted it. Which was why you tried to be me, after I died. Am I right? Zero's face contorts in rage as he stares down his brother. Zero; Envied you? ENVIED YOU!? Look how you ended up Chris! You were fucking DEAD! Shot down by one of those gangs you used to love hanging around with! And yes, after you died I missed you... I began ti live life not like there was no tomorrow, but more like I didn't want to have to wait until then. Drugs, alcohol, women... I indulged in it all. Chris laughs aloud at the expression on Zero's face. Chris: Brother, brother... Always so modest, so correct... It must have been quite a change. No wonder you created me, in your darkest nightmares when you felt there was no one to talk to... Zero: Yes... I created you. And I can destroy you, Chris. Chris stands up, and shoves Zero roughly. Zero falls to the ground and hits his head hard on the tiles of the floor, stunning him for a moment. Chris: You can't destroy me John. It's not your style. Even if you did want to, you couldn't. I'm a part of you now. And no matter how many pills the doctor gives you, how many shrink sessions you sit through, you will never be rid of me. Zero gets back to his feet, looking around groggily for Chris. He finally focuses back on the mirror again where his reflection is grinning. Chris: Hope we can talk again soon brother. Zero lets out a roar of anger, and punches the mirror. The glass shatters, and blood leaks from his knuckles, trickling down his fangers and dripping onto the floor. Chris: Calm down John... Hahahahahahahahaha... The laughter dies away as the scene fades to black. |
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